Our Ring To-Night.

Evening Post, Volume CIX, Issue 51, 1 March 1930, Page 18

Our Ring To-Night.

A PAINTING FOR THE RING

FIRST-LETTER PEOPLE. "Kilmeny" ......City "Formosa" City "Little Lord Fauntleroy" Island Bay Shirley Hopkins City "Cherry Ripe" Greytown "Swastika" ~. City Betty Rolston Levin Peggy Pirce ■■..-. Lower Hutt "Double 7" City "Peggy Parrot" ......;.. Kelburn Winnie Haloox Island Bay Soon I shall need a special Postie to carry all my welcomes to you, small new folk. Welcomes are such heavy things—at least, I know that mine to you arc ... so largo and so balloony are they! FAIRIEL

"Wendy,"'Wellington.— l did get your woo picture, but.it arrived too late,. darling. I was loving it so, too. . . No, the Fairy Him,' is tucked away at the back—possibly because, they thought the street noises might disturb our smallest pixies I. "Peanut," Seatoun.— lt did come, chick, but pictures have to bo fitted iiv you Imow, so it is just waiting.; . . Keeipes, or a-story, ■ or verse—just anything, in fact, that you are good at. We'll love to have them. Noel Hoggard, City. —That's good—and .interest- ■ Ing. Much abovo. your average. Tho plot' is worked out very well. "Flying Fox," Upper Hutt— So sorry about the small thumb ... .' but so glad about- tho holiday.. You must have loved it. Can you use jour hand properly yet, dear heart? . . "Merry Mischief" told mo all about it.. So sorry, but the poetry was just<too lato for " our Sea Page.: It would have fitted, too. "Oomhl," City,— Send one or two in ttf*;.:-e Ring, . chlckabid: we might like .them too. . . '. Do tell me, what, was that mysterious Chinese script at the end of your letter? I looked at •it ■ sideways, ■ and ' backways, and up and down, and I don't know yetl "Tabby Cat," City.— Why, kiddy, it. is splendid. Did you really '..do it yourself ? The only thing to criticise about 'it is'the-spelling I •i , but, - then/what matters,,a spelling

or. two?. .',•, -' ■■■ '■' ?i ■ ■': ■:■,'' -, ■ "M«rry ■ Mischief," Wallacaville.—Put it in* your box and. forgot >to post it—well I -But this one rirrived-at the! Ring most safely. I'm awfully pleased it wasn't burled in a, box tool Paula Hanger, Blenheim.— Truly, your mushroom didn't know you 1 So surprised it was, and so-glad it was, though, and I also. . . ■ It's good ■to have you back for our Sea, Pago, Paula-girl. . . The first three verses are best-est, easily. • "Kllmeny," City.—Of course, there is. a mushroom for you,^neurone. . .Seven1 of them I You lucky, lucky child I Do they teaso you terribly? Most:-brothers do, I. think. . . Tho last verse was not good, dear: the first two wero carefully written. Only "Schooldays" is a very hard thing to make poetry about, really. "Formosa," City.—You funny thing—do cornel Because letters really'pile up; and nnywsy, they leave so inueli unsaid. . . I have read "Power of the Day," and loved it. Do you know Ills other books at all? And you are not a bit too old for us, you know. "Pixie," Newtown.—Anyone can make them, darling—the more tho better, because wo don't know how many wee sick people there may be. . . Did you forget tho plcturo? JSwl you mustn't stay away so long again. "Little Lord Fauntleroy." Island Bay.—But, you are a.member now, small one—a really, truly proper one ... Do you livo near here, and do you wrlto stories,- too? ■ "Storygirl." Kelburn.—And a wonderful time you had there, too. Were they sandhills, or' thoso beautiful, slippery grass hills? I remember, we used to steal tho kitchen trays for sledges! .■ ■ "Saucy Sally," Titahi Bay.—lf I wero to put into tho Ring all tho bits of your letters I havo hidden away, do you know they would almost fill a wliolo page? . . -. And 'your verses this timo are just precious, Sally-girl. I wish I'd mado them myseln "Daddy's Rosebud," Kilbiniio.—lsn't it funny how little things like bottles? Small sisters, and kittens, and lambs, and even little pigs'! I knew a little wild porker who would squeal for his bottle quite as loudly as your Ngairo could—and be as good as gold when he got it!

"Bonny Bluebell," City.—That must be your very own, darling. . . Nobody helped you, even with the spelling, did they? .. . Poor Nancy 1 What lots of fun she missed by being tired I Betty Rolston, Levin.—Darling, there is a fantall now: could you choose another birdname? Why not have one of our own bushbirds? .. . they wouldn't mind a bit. "Lydia of the Pines," Kolburn.—l suppose 1 must say "yes"—but wait till 1 catcli Pollyanna I ... Quito true, children: for about a year or so .. .1 have only met "Littlest" In the King, so I lmaglno the rest of her! P«oay Price, Lower Hutt.—Course you can, eirleen. Just choose your mushroom and a pen-name, and como to stay. "Purplo Pansy," Soatoun. —Beach days and gar-den-party days—aren't they tho loveliest ot times? This sunshine makes mo want to take

nil ray letters and pixies aria elves, arid' steal ■ away to a real' Fairy King in a forest!' ,■ ■■Double 7,'! City.—No, ■nothing t.o do* but just join I. .' . and tell me •a. little mop) about 'yourself I. '. \vliero ' you ' live, and : what your real' name tsV Miat address Is''C/o:H. Tombs, 22/ Winefleld,, street. That. will, find him. '-.-■■: :. ■=•.■-..'■ Winnie Halcox, Island Bay.—Lovely, to have another small artist ... . hut not Puck, new one. Will you think up another' name? Course I must wish Seddon best luck too. .

WHEN THE WASH STAYED OUT ALL NIGHT. . 7 . And O! the time that Wash had! It fluttered and flew and .danced while the moon and the staid trees and the Great Brown Owl looked down with astonishment. And tho rabbits crept from their burrows and. danced too. o,'the time that they had! This picture isn't for your scrapbooks, chickabiddies. It is for the Postie and ME, when you've cut it out and painted it. Do it beautifully, because the Postman is going to visit the very best painter of you all.. .And say how old you are when you send your painting in, because age counts, too So do your very best! , FAIRIEL.

" IN THE WHITI "I had a wonderful time at Parapaniumu. I wish you could havo been there, but you don't get many holidays do you ) AVlicn 1 went to tho beach it was wonderful to watch the tide go out

"Pollyanna,''\ KVlbiHiv—A queer, queer dream, glrleen. • Ityoii lived, one hundred years ago, you would -...bo!" burned for witchcraft . « . for almost turning.mo Into a'whiterhaired;old lady. -But 'suHPpslng- I;, am? Because you don't really,: know, '.da'you?"; Now, what «ro you going .tp'SjWFi? V ,'.•""" ' ■ "Goldfinch."'We'il'nßtofi.—o, WJt not quite dis- • appeared yet, bird-thlng.:: There is still surtimer in the gardens, and on the hills, arid even at tho beach on odd days. . . .'So don't say good-byo to her for alittlo while yet. : . '. ■■ ■•■ .• ' ..

■ FOAM: . . ." and tho waves ,heave up and break in a white frothy foam, then heavo up and break again. Oh, Tairiol, it was wonderful!" Upper Ilutt. "PLYING FOX."

REdUESTS. . ; "I would like anyone in the Ring'to write to "TIGER." 16, Durham street, Wellington. "Please, Madame Pavlova and Te Kooti, don't forget all about mo." "SAILOR BOY" (Elsie Leveridge). Ebden-town road. Upper Hutt. "I would like Stucy Sally, of Titahi Bay, to write t« me." "PEGGY PARROT." 30, Raroa road,. Kelburn. ( j Gladys Harvey, Mlramar. —You tried hard with ~ tliiit story, dear heart: 1 could f>ce, llrst 0 Blanco, that it was much, much better. I did not let your little heroine "polo to a distant speck on tno horizon," though. If you think, you'll guess why. ■ 'Peter Pan," Waae»town.—Wiexea one. not to J havo given mo that story in time! It's ter- ' rlblo of you, Peter Pan. .Stop laughing long v enough, to bay you'ro sorry, imp. "Tom Thumb," Mornfngton.—r shall have, to keep your letter for a Bird race. young scout: those white pigeons, and the yclUrohammcr— and oven the hen !^—could.not possibly Ht■ anywhero else. . . Uo you supposo she Is liroody? "Antiope," Seatoun.—So Busy, dear one, th.it I haven't read it throueli as yet. But it looks, thrilling ... and- exciting . . . and I must read it soon. Wo have ono serial now, but only olio. • . Irene Tliornley, Lyall Bay.—A couplo of glant--OBSCB, ill fact, looming up at ray door! . . . But do come, both of you—and soon. . "Peggy Parrot," Kelburn.—We'll lovo to havo you, sweet: you are a sister of Red Elding Hood, aren't you? I do hope the sore throat wasn't a really serious ono. They are such horrid things. Shirley Hopkins, City.—We'll lore 10 lune you, children, only' Peter Pair sat on tho very tlrat mushroom In the Ring, I believe, and Is still sitting 1 So would you? . . . could you . . . ? -Your' drawing is the • right size and good, and .the competition is this week, and at presetit I draw the headings myself. But I love your work, I do. "Cherry Ripe," Greytown.—Why, I thought you bad stolen away ,to some other fairy place, little ono . . .You will like Day's Bay with its birds and Its bush. I hope tlie sun Is kind that day. "Tiger," Wellington.—So sorry, youngs.ter, your nlory was just a.shade too long, after all. May 1 keep It for another occasion? •. . . Quite all right about tho swimming. "Makomako," Khandallah.—Your short story was a dear. . . Try "Youth" in Wellington, and the "Auckland Weekly News." . ... •. Tho "Christchurch Sun," "Press," and "Times," and "Otago Witness" and "Southland Times" in Dunedin. g. . . Please do eomo. "Fleecy Clouds," Lower Hutt.—l ihinU.l will miv« to have an Ancient Order of KiiiK Members for all these ao-old pixies of mine I A wliolo thirteen, aren't you? . . . No, I have never been there: is it near tho river, this Park? "Sailor-Bay," Upper Hutt.—But havent you ever? .. . not once? 0/ but you'll lovo It, dear one, specially, if there arc llttlo laughing waves . . .No promises about drawings, sweet, because I really . . •. don't . . . know I «. Edward Boosie, Seatoun.—There's so much verse that I really have to put In Ring poetry first, Edward boy. You understand, don't you? Though yours would havo been rlpr ping vif there was room for it. But pleaso! —that picture was for ..your scrapbook! "Bunny Huoh," Lower Hutt.—Well . . . ' really! Please, I, haven't joined Scotland Yard1 yet, young man. No,. nothing queer, from tho Hutt—unless, of course, you havo found another noiu do plume, aud aro writing gaily under that. Are you ? "Swastika," City.—So that was it! No wonder I could not guess, when you wicked ouea were playing practical jokes. . . . But to know.more about you.;?. -. '. A darling drawing, but alas! too ,late. "Goldwing," Te Horo. —I haven't'even read It | yet, Beautiful, but It looks .like a Ring one. A heading, yes, if I have,time, but no pro? mlses!",. ..... - Will you jsend more ad-I dress?—'cos your pen-friend and the Postle will never find you till you do. * "Sunset," Carterton.—Are! they really for me— Trlxle, and the ten lambs, and the kowhal . trees and you? .'• . . The policeman arrived a trifle behind time, but he Is going to march into our Ring some fine day. "Meadow Lark," Petone.—That Is splendid. io have a pen-friend.- You should exchanft; photos, if you are writing more to her. . . Your drawing Is not quite good enough this 1 time, chlldie. Try again. "Kewpie," vLevln.—Picnics are wonderful on a sunny, spartrilng day. . . .1 wish I had . 'seen them, these butterfly, ships of yours: n '■;■■' they must havo ; been just magical, d "Mountain Breeze,1' Mornlngton.—Why, what a i. • beautiful time you had, .chickabiddy—and ■ : fwhat .a beautiful time.'you' helped to give other peonle .. .-They just lovo flowers, "'■■:'■ those'poor .-sick people. .--,';